Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
cv313,
The Monks,
MC5,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.